By Jenna Holland (poetic_angel@gurlmail.com)
Date: 7 February 2001
Sonnet
All is forsaken for a love that is true
Sacrafice, the greatest rememberance
Of times you were sad and you were a fool
And times I heard no music, but still danced
The summer we met, it was you I sought
The love in your eyes, mine for the taking
But in the end it was me that was caught
You were the one that stopped me from aching
It's not my fault it all ended so soon
For my love for you continues to grow
Sorry to hear in your life there's no room
If you give me a chance I'll take it slow
I fought for your love, I did at all costs
Too bad I'm weak because, I fought and lost
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